From the forests of ancestral relics
From the jungles of our plundered home
From the crossroads of infant memories
We went separate ways
Pleading the hostile Lords of faraway shores
For crumbs of degrees and rags of honour
The dusts of many years raised between us
The wind drifted our course apart
We sank into the dark shadows of great distance
Yet we met again

We met again
Not behind the flakes  of flaming hearths
In the huts we innocently once gathered
Listening to the wisdom of our race
born through peaceful nights of wise reflection
We met again

We met again
Not on the hills our frail feet once stood
Watching the flowers blossom with the morning
Not by the shores of childhood river
Picking the clean pebbles as a reward of adventure
We met again

We met again
At mama's funeral
She died too tired of neglect
Finally joining the faces of whose ways she understands

We met again
Loud banters danced around the kegs of wine
But the spirit of kinship is lost
Though shoulder to shoulder we sat
A wall of distance is raised between us
In my mind
I lament the past I can not redeem
And the future I can not change

We met at the dawn of civilization
Not as brothers or friends
But as strangers in our motherland